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Noni's Bar & Deli

Beloved as much for their garlic parmesan fries and meat-stacked subs as they are for their ridiculously fun and sweaty late-night dance parties.

Rule of thumb: any restaurant named after a feisty, pint-sized, whiskey-drinking Italian grandmother has to be good. Such is the case with Noni's, which is known and beloved as much for their garlic-parmesan fries and meat-stacked subs as they are for their ridiculously fun and sweaty late-night dance parties. And while the street car development on Edgewood might have put a little hitch in your get-along, don't let that scare you away, because Noni's still has plenty of free parking--and plenty of food that's worth navigating a little City of Atlanta roadwork. (The best news? That street car will one day make it even easier to hop aboard and get yourself a Noni sandwich.)

Everything from the recipes, dish inspirations, decor, old-school cocktails, and the name of the place comes from owner Matt's "whippersnapper" granny, Noni herself, whose sauce, soup, and pasta recipes have made Noni's a local favorite for Italian-American dishes and mouthwatering sandwiches. And they take their food seriously: all of the sauces, dressings, and vinaigrettes are made in-house, in addition to house-made mozzarella, pickles, gelato, and Noni's signature pasta, tagliatelle. Sandwiches are a no-brainer, especially the crowd favorite Noni sandwich, stacked high with delicious meats and cheese (think Genoa salami, soppressata, mortadella di Bologna, provolone, pepperoncini—all my favorite fixins). The Castro is an Italian riff on a Cuban sandwich, with porchetta, sweet homemade pickles. While you chow down on those, you can gaze at vintage sepia-toned portraits of Noni and other staff members' grandmas. And while the street car development on Edgewood seems tricky, Noni's plenty of delicious reasons that make it worth navigating the road development. It's all so wonderful, I might just get the dance party started about twelve hours early next time I drop in for a Castro at lunchtime. Won't you join me?